Every girl needs a pair....

I just can't decide which ones I like best.
My birthday is a little over a month away, but I'm trying to figure out how
I can talk the Hub into getting me some killer new shit kickers.....

Any input?

Ponderosa Leather Ostrich Print 04196

Durango RD4108


BP. ´Wyatt´ Western Boot

WTF???

CNN.com's breaking news: Big sell-off erases Dow's 2005 gains MTV host Carson Daly bangs the gavel to close trading at the New York Stock Exchange. Stocks tumbled Tuesday, with investors bailing out of a variety of sectors in a broad-based end-of-the-year selloff. The losses erased the Dow's slim gains for the year and left the S&P 500 up 3.8 percent and the Nasdaq with a 2.4 percent gain. Investors were bothered by weakness in energy and tech stocks and worries about a slower economy.

Where's my freakin' 401K?   Don't tell me this man is involved.....?....

Re: Okay (read: how my december 25th went)

blech.....

blech, blech, bleeeeeesssssscccccchhhhhhhh, blech.....

sniffle, blech........(wipes mouth).......blech, blech, bleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaauuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk...........(fart)........


didn't go to the extended family thing with [the Hub] on the 25th for the above reason, besides others. I talked to my mom that morning, before the tossing-of-the cinnamon rolls that [the Hub] made for breakfast, and she for some reason felt it was appropriate to let me know (on that o-so-sacred-day) that Bobbie Tuttle died last week.....my response: "Well, do you know if she got my christmas card?"

nevermind the history behind my dislike of the holiday, but how about the fact that I was supposed to be going to see my in-laws in a matter of hours and I had to put on a fake-happy-holiday-smile so they don't think I'm the real nutjob that I am.....so let's just make it even more difficult by informing you that a (your)-life-long friend of the family (and coincidently the spouse of one of your favorite people in the world who died a few years back) bit the big one three or four days ago.....

what kind of shit is that?




how was yours? (chuckle)...

did my nephew get his frog, or am I going to have to kick some on-line shopping booty?

My Friend" <dorasfriend@hotmail.com> 12/27/2005 01:56 PM

To <Dora0Maar@gmail.com> cc Subject Okay

How was the Christmas honey!@!!!!?

Trying something....

Well, I haven't posted in a while (again), and I thought now would be as good a time as ever to try to post an entry via email.   I went ahead and posted the picture of my son Charlie and myself (below), but I didn't want to hang around on the blogger site too long for fear that it will be once again blocked by the IT department here at work.  Apparently there were employees  who were spending a bit too much time on the blogs, so for a long time they were being blocked by  the internet filtering system as "inappropriate."  That being said, along with the afore mentioned fact that I only have dial-up service at home, I have been absent for some time.  I know it's a weak excuse, but other than my annual emotional breakdown around the winter holidays, there hasn't been much to share.  

It has been crazy, or I should say, I have been crazy, since about Halloween.  I'm always depressed this time of year, and I HATE christmas, so with the addition of everything else that's happened this year (losing Hunter, missing Kentucky, occasional troubles with the marriage, getting spayed), I've been losing my mind.  A trip to the dr last week, and I'm another crazy pill down the hatch to keep me from hurting myself.  Okay, so I'm not going to hurt myself, but I have been known to be self-destructive at times (via drugs/alcohol/razors/hunting knives/irrational behavior/impulsive shopping sprees/body piercings/etc), and since those are all no-nos now, I had to get some help before I turned to coping in an unhealthy way.  As of now, I do believe I'm sufficiently medicated to make it through February.  

It does strike me as strange that I have seasonal dysfunctional disorder (I think that's what it's called?), since I love the winter and the cold weather.  We've had some beautiful snows, and though they're a bitch to drive in, I've gotten some awesome pictures.  The kids have mixed feelings about the snow; Charlie loves it, Merry hates it, and I think Murphy is too retarded to care either way.  

Since it has been so cold, and because we live in Kansas and have very little to do for entertainment, the Hub and I have been letting Charlie wear t-shirts.  He LOVES wearing clothing, whether it's a t-shirt (his favorite), socks, boxer shorts, or whatever.  It's hilarious. He'll wear a t-shirt for as long as you'll let him, and when you go to take it off of him, he acts all insecure--like he's embarrassed to be naked or something.  So, we've been indulging him...that is, until last week.
After Charlie and his sisters went outside to do their business one evening, I put one of my t-shirts on him when they came back inside.  Because it was a nicer t-shirt, and one that the Hub had gotten for me, I acknowledged  the Hub's protests and allowed him to put a different shirt on Charlie. A black concert t-shirt, with the band name and logo for Drowning Man on the front, was what Charlie got instead.

All was fine with Charles and his t-shirt for a couple of days. He loved sleeping in it, and we would roll and tie it up like a midriff when he had to go outside so he wouldn't pee on it.  Then, out of the blue, his shirt was gone.

Late for work one morning, I let the pups go out for the last time, and Charlie went missing (as he is prone to do when his Dad isn't home).  I yelled and yelled, my voice carrying over the cold, snowy Tonganoxie hills, and finally he came running up our 1/2 mile driveway, ears flapping in the wind.  I was so aggravated I just let him in the house, locked the door, and headed to work.  It was only that evening that we realized he was shirt-less.

Had he gotten under a barbed wire fence and ripped it off?  Had he somehow found a way to remove it himself, after wearing it for a couple of days? We have no idea, but we can't find that damn shirt anywhere.  The snow has since melted, and there's no Drowning Man shirt anywhere in our yard or house.

My theory?  Neighbors.  

Besides the one neighbor  who runs his back-hoe all of the time and has 11+ Golden Retrievers (apparently he's breeding them, which is sad, since there are thousands of them on Petfinder.com who need homes), we have folks on the other side of us who are even more weird.  The Hub and I have only spoken with them twice; one time when I was looking for Charlie after he had gone on an adventure, and one time when the Hub asked them about an old truck that was parked and rotting away on the back part of their land. They don't wave back when you drive by, they talk on the phone outside (allowing every word to echo down the hill where we can hear), they have people living in an RV in their driveway, and we're not really for sure how many people are staying there, as there always seems to be someone new outside yelling at one of their dogs to stop barking.  

Who's to say they didn't see Charlie running up to say hi to their dogs, sporting his t-shirt and looking sharp and think, "Damn, this dog brought me a christmas present?"  Who's to say there's not a teenage kid staying there who thought he or she would look better sporting that black t-shirt than the big Chuckles?  It remains a mystery.

I'm just glad it wasn't my shirt that got lost.


Alas, story time has come to an end for today.  A Nitrogen tank has been delivered to my room and I must replace my nearly empty one before I can start sample analysis. More later...especially if this email thing works.  I still have to share the story about Merry shitting on the deck.....

Have a wonderful Saturnalia, everyone.

Charlie and Dora

Hi Again

It's been crazy.

Full update coming soon......